march spin, May 2009

fear so much we sleep behind locked doors and leave the lights on so you can know a little more and the naked trees are hands creeping forward, and the man at the end of the block intends to slip his life into yours

can you feel the winds dying? do you care? or are you warm? because the world is angry she raises red alarm and you scratch your own eyes gather everything you feared you crack your evening bones and cry your morning tears

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